Mine Own Dagger (day 1674)

Dagger’s claws
At my shadow –
Cast upon the wall,
This silent story
Unfolded from
The backseat of a
Four horse pulled carriage.
Creaking springs and
Horses hooves
Left the night full of content.
But I, macabre,
Silently went;
No companion at my side.
Yet lightly had I begun my way
When I recognized my fate:
My future was –
Decidedly –
Not within my luggage close,
But upon my back,
Mine own enemy,
Cloaked in
One thousand names
I shall speak of nevermore.

Future’s Untold (day 645)

Racing through pages
For times and places
Dates and messages
Is history all told

Uncovered and browsed
Traced and recorded
Deciphered and captured
Printed into books

Pages build pages
Names: stepping stones
Discovering, unsettling
Informing and growing

This is the past
Historical highway
Information abundant
Future’s untold